Quotes About Spirituality

God speaks of his children shining best in ways that only he can provide. The heavens lift one as a golden child while the flesh lowers one to a child with gold.

Dedication to God will make you like a magnet in your sphere of influence

Poverty will not take you to heaven, just repent of it and get rich, then you'll trek into heaven like a king.

Don't let affluence make you impoverished of God.

[A]nd you may know how little God thinks of money by observing on what bad and contemptible characters he often bestow

Money is a kind of uneffable thing, who ever does not values it is the best person in these world.

Nothing that is God's is obtainable by money.

Few people arise in the morning as hungry for God as they are for cornflakes or toast and eggs.

He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.

The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.

Watch the morning watch. Do not see the face of man until you have seen the face of God. Before you enter on the day with its temptations, look up into His face and hide His Word in your heart.

We ought to see the face of God every morning before we see the face of man.

First thing I do [in the morning] is thank the master. I thank God every day.

For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake?

Every morning prepare your soul for a tranquil day.

Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God, and so there's no room left for worry thoughts.

Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone.

Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings reflecting on the goodness of God and the damnation of infants.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

I can tell you that God is alive because I talked to him this morning.

Yes, I heard my people singing!-in the glow of parlor coal-stove and on summer porches sweet with lilac air, from choir loft and Sunday morning pews-and my soul was filled with their harmonies.

Well, you know, I look at myself in the morning and yes, yeah I-I am a God.

Bless my eyes this morning, Jah sun is on the rise once again

That was my childhood. I grew up with the monks, studying Sanskrit and meditating for hours in the morning and hours in the evening, and going once a day to beg for food.